I’m fully aware that I use his title when he pisses me off; he thinks I’m mad at him.

Maybe I am. He did haul me into a closet, after all.

“I think you need the boundaries redefined since you just shoved me into a closet,” I pout at him.

“Point taken. I’m so deeply sorry for my terrible behavior.” He’s still smiling at me, and I feel the urge to smile back, tugging at the corners of my mouth. This annoys me immensely. I hate that he always manages to make me ...